it giving something away. I don't know what kind of control I want you to have. I guess that's what you're trying to help me with or will try to help me with."
"I will, yes."
"Do you want to be dominant all the time?"
"Eventually, yes I think I will. I've not done so with a male partner before, but I think I will as we become more and more involved."
"What would it mean? What would it entail?"
Thor shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. It can be anything though from schedules to daily spankings to dressing a certain way to what you eat, when you go to bed. Whether or not you come immediately or not for days. Whether you do or don't need permission. It can be whatever you feel you need at any given time or whatever I feel you need. There is no one right or one wrong way to do this."
"I didn't know that."
"Good." Thor smiled. "Then you've learned something already."
"Do I have to ask for permission?"
Thor smiled at the question. He'd expected nothing less. "No. The only time you don't have permission to come is when I tell you you don't, but in general, no, you don't have to ask. I'm not hung up on you having to beg permission to come."
"Why not? Aren't most?"
"I suppose. For me, it takes you out of the moment, out of the what's going on, what's happening to you. You have to stop and try to form the words. Not everyone can do that and still come. When we're together sexually, I want you to orgasm anytime you feel the need to. It shows me you want me, you want what I'm doing to you, you like what I'm doing to you so much that you can't control it. I like that."
"You'll really come home with me for Thanksgiving?"
"Yes, if you want me to," Thor said after he caught up to the change of topic.
"As my...boyfriend?"
Bobby asked it with hesitation, as though he were trying the feel of the word out on his tongue and between his lips. "Yes, as your boyfriend."
"I like the word," Bobby said, confirming Thor's thoughts on the way it had been said.
"I do too." He slid his hand across Bobby's stomach. The whorls of hair around his bellybutton leading down below the sheet made it near impossible to keep thinking straight. He wasn't going to have sex with his boyfriend again, but he sure wanted to. Some impulse control was good in this situation and he didn't want to add too much too soon. "I want you to stay here at least one night each weekend. Preferably, two, but I understand you have a life outside me and us."
Bobby laughed. "Actually, outside work, I don't unless I'm at the club, which isn't every weekend."
"I am at the club almost every weekend, but we can work it out to where I have some of them off where we can do things together before the city shuts down for the night."
"I'd like that. What about weeknights?"
"We'll work up to that if you'd like. We'll give it, say a month of weekend overnight stays and if we're doing okay, we'll add one night during the week."
"All right."
"We're not ready to move in together."
"No, I know we're not. I know it's logical to do it this way. I'm just...anxious, I guess. Impatient."
"Yeah, I know." Thor was too. Impatient, anxious. He wanted to get on with things, wanted to dive deep, delve into the darkness with Bobby. "I don't want to move too fast or too slow. Do you know what limits you have? What things you will and won't do? What things you're willing to try and what you're not?"
"Not really, no."
"Okay. We'll talk about it over the weeks. Do you cook?"
"Yes." Bobby's eyes lightened. "Very well actually."
"Excellent because I suck at it. If it can't be microwaved, it generally doesn't get made in this house. I have a stove and oven that have never been used."
"I'd love to cook for you."
"I'd love it too. In the morning. Eight o'clock." Bobby smiled and Thor's heart skipped a beat. His cock pulsed under his kilt and he took that as a sign. It was either time to Bobby's head under the plaid or get up and leave. "Sleep well tonight."
Thor stood before he lost his resolve, but
"I will, yes."
"Do you want to be dominant all the time?"
"Eventually, yes I think I will. I've not done so with a male partner before, but I think I will as we become more and more involved."
"What would it mean? What would it entail?"
Thor shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. It can be anything though from schedules to daily spankings to dressing a certain way to what you eat, when you go to bed. Whether or not you come immediately or not for days. Whether you do or don't need permission. It can be whatever you feel you need at any given time or whatever I feel you need. There is no one right or one wrong way to do this."
"I didn't know that."
"Good." Thor smiled. "Then you've learned something already."
"Do I have to ask for permission?"
Thor smiled at the question. He'd expected nothing less. "No. The only time you don't have permission to come is when I tell you you don't, but in general, no, you don't have to ask. I'm not hung up on you having to beg permission to come."
"Why not? Aren't most?"
"I suppose. For me, it takes you out of the moment, out of the what's going on, what's happening to you. You have to stop and try to form the words. Not everyone can do that and still come. When we're together sexually, I want you to orgasm anytime you feel the need to. It shows me you want me, you want what I'm doing to you, you like what I'm doing to you so much that you can't control it. I like that."
"You'll really come home with me for Thanksgiving?"
"Yes, if you want me to," Thor said after he caught up to the change of topic.
"As my...boyfriend?"
Bobby asked it with hesitation, as though he were trying the feel of the word out on his tongue and between his lips. "Yes, as your boyfriend."
"I like the word," Bobby said, confirming Thor's thoughts on the way it had been said.
"I do too." He slid his hand across Bobby's stomach. The whorls of hair around his bellybutton leading down below the sheet made it near impossible to keep thinking straight. He wasn't going to have sex with his boyfriend again, but he sure wanted to. Some impulse control was good in this situation and he didn't want to add too much too soon. "I want you to stay here at least one night each weekend. Preferably, two, but I understand you have a life outside me and us."
Bobby laughed. "Actually, outside work, I don't unless I'm at the club, which isn't every weekend."
"I am at the club almost every weekend, but we can work it out to where I have some of them off where we can do things together before the city shuts down for the night."
"I'd like that. What about weeknights?"
"We'll work up to that if you'd like. We'll give it, say a month of weekend overnight stays and if we're doing okay, we'll add one night during the week."
"All right."
"We're not ready to move in together."
"No, I know we're not. I know it's logical to do it this way. I'm just...anxious, I guess. Impatient."
"Yeah, I know." Thor was too. Impatient, anxious. He wanted to get on with things, wanted to dive deep, delve into the darkness with Bobby. "I don't want to move too fast or too slow. Do you know what limits you have? What things you will and won't do? What things you're willing to try and what you're not?"
"Not really, no."
"Okay. We'll talk about it over the weeks. Do you cook?"
"Yes." Bobby's eyes lightened. "Very well actually."
"Excellent because I suck at it. If it can't be microwaved, it generally doesn't get made in this house. I have a stove and oven that have never been used."
"I'd love to cook for you."
"I'd love it too. In the morning. Eight o'clock." Bobby smiled and Thor's heart skipped a beat. His cock pulsed under his kilt and he took that as a sign. It was either time to Bobby's head under the plaid or get up and leave. "Sleep well tonight."
Thor stood before he lost his resolve, but
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